Imaginary and symbolic span the same realm of being as feeling and thinking. What is missing is not quite equally described as the real or as will, but mostly is will. It is this that is known intimately but darkly, hard but not entirely impossible to represent. Its elements are fibres in an obscure topology, every identically at different scales collective and individual; it is you and it is others, ancestral and national, personal, impersonal and contemporary, immediately understood and inexplicable. The elements are joined in intemporal and temporal webs; they are rhizomatic, there are crossings, saddles and decision points; you also go down every road not taken. The rest is so colourful and so weak, bathed in qualia, kaleidoscopic, it might as well be epiphenomenal.